Welcome. I hope the sight of snow doesn't shock you too much, especially as a contrast to our current 90°+ heat wave. It goes with today's bioregional Where you at quiz question: "8. From what direction do winter storms generally come in your region?" Since both snow and rain fall "down", the obvious answer is "up." On a more serious note, the prevailing Winter winds in Minnesota are consistently from the Northwest. This means that Winter storms generally come from the Northwest (Alberta clipper, anyone?).
Tomorrow's question "9. Where does your garbage go?" is going to require us to decide whether it refers to garbage as only food waste, or in the more generic sense as all trash. The answers vary significantly.
You might want to take a break from thinking about your garbage to enjoy this Hayden Carruth poem about other aspects of Winter storms.
I Know, I Remember, But How Can I Help You
The northern lights. I wouldn’t have noticed themif the deer hadn’t told mea doe her coat of pearls her glowing hoofsproud and inquisitiveeager for my appraisaland I went out into the night with electrical stepsbut with my head held also proudto share the animal’s fearand see what I had seen beforea sky flaring and spectralgreenish waves and ribbonsand the snow under strange light tossing in the pasturelike a storming ocean caughtby a flaring beacon.The deer stands away from me not farthere among bare black apple treesa presence I no longer see.We are proud to be afraidproud to sharethe silent magnetic storm that destroys the starsand flickers around our headslike the saints’ cold spiritual agoniesof old.I remember but without the sense other light-stormscold memories discursive and philosophicalin my mind’s burdenand the deer remembers nothing.We move our feet crunching bitter snow while the stormcrashes like god-wars down the eastwe shake the sparks from our eyeswe quiver inside our shocked furwe search for each otherin the apple thicket—a glimpse, an acknowledgmentit is enough and never enough—we toss our heads and say good nightmoving away on bitter bitter snow.
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